December 2011
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The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a...
– Alan Bennett (via itsonlyacrimeifyougetcaught)
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trying to find a heart that's not walking away.
I am always the one to love more. It’s just the way I was made, who I am. I get emotionally involved and attached easily. I trust easily, until you give me a reason not to. I just want your attention. I want you to listen. I want you to want to know me. I want you to make me a better person, to give and not just take. I want the fights, the tears, the laughter, the late nights. I want every...
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I had a Twitter before it was mainstream. Just...
Follow it.
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The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that...
– Albert Camus (via girlwithoutwings)
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Words.
I am bad with words. I am terrible at expressing how I feel in writing or in speech. But just because I don’t say it doesn’t mean I don’t feel it. And if I do say it, you might not believe it. I am incredibly good at accepting compliments. Yes, I do love compliments. What girl doesn’t? I love being pampered and all I want is your attention. Your time. Your words. But I am...
Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did...
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Steve Jobs, Wired, February, 1995 | via
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Sit back and watch the world explode.
Three, two, one..here comes the hurricane, baby. Identify.
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But it doesn't scare you to lose me, does it?
The simplicity of solitude is a hard thing to perfect,
stealing happiness from...
– Black Bear (via brownboyman / blaaargh) (via mimikry) (via mfs) (via free-wilderness) (via fuckyeahsolitude) (via noelleofwords)
I've never loved anything like I love you.
I’m not sure how one tiny little body can hold so much hurt, so much loss, and so much pain in it. Only ten years worth, but at the same time, what he’s gone through is enough to last a lifetime. All five feet and eighty pounds of him is just an anchor for everything he’s lost. He doesn’t break down often but when he does I can see the sadness in his eyes. The loneliness in...